Where the sun’s up past 10:00pm.

City Hall - Dushenski Boys

Is this the little girl I carried,
Is this the little boy at play?

I don’t remember growing older,
When did they?

When did she get to be a beauty,
When did he grow to be so tall?

Wasn’t it yesterday when they were small?

Sunrise, sunset… Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days.

Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers,
Blossoming even as we gaze.

Sunrise, sunset… Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,

One season following another,
Laiden with happiness and tears.

What words of wisdom can I give them,
How can I help to ease their way?

Sunrise, sunset… Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years,
One season following another,
Laden with happiness,
And tears

2 thoughts on “Where the sun’s up past 10:00pm.

  1. […] the need to blast this all-too-brief season with both barrels – to live twice as much at this time of year to make up for the half-lived lives of winter. It’s the hibernatorial routine that comes […]

  2. […] in the basement is where I spent a good portion of last summer escaping the high temperatures (and long daylight hours) of the main floor master bedroom. […]

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